(Anti-theft)

One of the majors Su Mei studied at Qingjiang University is psychology and the other is law.

Although Su Mei was tempted in college for a long time in the later period, she had already supported a private classroom that would not come tomorrow, so the girl's learning progress did not retreat but improved.

At least at the psychological level, according to the final rating that will not come tomorrow, Su Mei will count the level above lv3 and below lv4.

This is actually very high.

After all, if you have not applied tomorrow, you can only be considered as the lv1 level if you complete all the courses in the undergraduate major and pass the exam.

The more you learn psychology, the more Su Mei understands that psychology is not omnipotent.

Of course, the essence of psychology is a science, not an illusory theology, nor an omnipotent miracle.

In simplest way, facing those depressed patients who are in a state of depression, no matter how strong a psychotherapy master is, he cannot save a person who has no desire to survive.

To be honest, the psychologist is only to relieve your inner pain and amplify your desire to survive.

The only one who can truly play a decisive role in improving the situation is himself.

But it's like burning.

Temperature, oxidants, and combustibles.

Patients are like combustible substances. No combustible substances. No matter how high the temperature is, no matter how many oxidants are, there is nothing to burn, then they are water without source and duckweed without roots, which is just a laugh at best.

But psychological counseling is like an oxidant. It can slowly burn the originally small flame and become bigger, eventually turning into a raging flame, expelling the haze and pain from the patient.

Temperature is the patient's desire for good.

The higher the temperature, the easier it will be to burn.

This is the same at this time.

The first thing Su Mei said to Cynthia when she came to her was to ask her.

Willing to accept her help or not.

I am willing to let all this return to the same track as before and let everything slowly start to get better.

If Miss Cynthia's answer is no.

Then Su Mei really has no art of turning the world back.

So, Su Mei stared at Cynthia's eyes seriously.

Because in psychology, gaze represents a strong suggestive force.

The girl's black eyes are pure.

Cynthia was still looking at Su Mei in a daze, but a trace of struggle gradually appeared in her expression.

She didn't answer, and she didn't answer, she didn't deny it.

Of course, there was no rejection.

Or it can be regarded as the default.

Su Mei sighed and looked at Miss Cynthia: "I think you must have forgotten a lot of things now."

"Then, please tell you a story."

"Okay?" Su Mei reached out and held Miss Cynthia's hand.

The nurse's hands were covered with calluses, far from as tender and smooth as the girl's hands as I imagined.

At this time, the hands were covered with mud, because she had been sitting on the ground like this for no reason, and it seemed that the whole world had gradually lost its meaning to Cynthia.

Cynthia was held by Su Mei, and her first reaction was to retreat at that moment, but at the moment when Cynthia retreated, Su Mei held her hands tighter.

"This story starts from the distant ancient Egypt." Su Mei said to Cynthia.

She was a little convinced now that Cynthia was wrapping her true will in a thick shell.

She is not a complete walking zombie, but she lacks the ability to be interested in external stimulation.

In this case, only by telling the story that touched Cynthia can all continue.

All the stopped gears will continue to operate.

"In the distant ancient Egypt, there was a black pharaoh named Nev Lianka, whose son was called the Happy Prince of the Palace of Worry."

"They have very powerful evil powers from each other."

Su Mei looked at Cynthia's eyes, and when Cynthia heard this information, her expression finally had a moment of moving face.

Chapter 83 This story that happened in the past

One of the majors Su Mei studied at Qingjiang University is psychology and the other is law.

Although Su Mei was tempted in college for a long time in the later period, she had already supported a private classroom that would not come tomorrow, so the girl's learning progress did not retreat but improved.

At least at the psychological level, according to the final rating that will not come tomorrow, Su Mei will count the level above lv3 and below lv4.

This is actually very high.

After all, if you have not applied tomorrow, you can only be considered as the lv1 level if you complete all the courses in the undergraduate major and pass the exam.

The more you learn psychology, the more Su Mei understands that psychology is not omnipotent.

Of course, the essence of psychology is a science, not an illusory theology, nor an omnipotent miracle.

In simplest way, facing those depressed patients who are in a state of depression, no matter how strong a psychotherapy master is, he cannot save a person who has no desire to survive.

To be honest, the psychologist is only to relieve your inner pain and amplify your desire to survive.

The only one who can truly play a decisive role in improving the situation is himself.

But it's like burning.

Temperature, oxidants, and combustibles.

Patients are like combustible substances. No combustible substances. No matter how high the temperature is, no matter how many oxidants are, there is nothing to burn, then they are water without source and duckweed without roots, which is just a laugh at best.

But psychological counseling is like an oxidant. It can slowly burn the originally small flame and become bigger, eventually turning into a raging flame, expelling the haze and pain from the patient.

Temperature is the patient's desire for good.

The higher the temperature, the easier it will be to burn.

This is the same at this time.

The first thing Su Mei said to Cynthia when she came to her was to ask her.

Willing to accept her help or not.

I am willing to let all this return to the same track as before and let everything slowly start to get better.

If Miss Cynthia's answer is no.

Then Su Mei really has no art of turning the world back.

So, Su Mei stared at Cynthia's eyes seriously.

Because in psychology, gaze represents a strong suggestive force.

The girl's black eyes are pure.

Cynthia was still looking at Su Mei in a daze, but a trace of struggle gradually appeared in her expression.

She didn't answer, and she didn't answer, she didn't deny it.

Of course, there was no rejection.

Or it can be regarded as the default.

Su Mei sighed and looked at Miss Cynthia: "I think you must have forgotten a lot of things now."

"Then, please tell you a story."

"Okay?" Su Mei reached out and held Miss Cynthia's hand.

The nurse's hands were covered with calluses, far from as tender and smooth as the girl's hands as I imagined.

At this time, the hands were covered with mud, because she had been sitting on the ground like this for no reason, and it seemed that the whole world had gradually lost its meaning to Cynthia.

Cynthia was held by Su Mei, and her first reaction was to retreat at that moment, but at the moment when Cynthia retreated, Su Mei held her hands tighter.

"This story starts from the distant ancient Egypt." Su Mei said to Cynthia.

She was a little convinced now that Cynthia was wrapping her true will in a thick shell.

She is not a complete walking zombie, but she lacks the ability to be interested in external stimulation.

In this case, only by telling the story that touched Cynthia can all continue.

All the stopped gears will continue to operate.

"In the distant ancient Egypt, there was a black pharaoh named Nev Lianka, whose son was called the Happy Prince of the Palace of Worry."

"They have very powerful evil powers from each other."

Su Mei looked at Cynthia's eyes, and when Cynthia heard this information, her expression finally had a moment of moving face.
To be continued...